#light--hime ooc

[light--hime]

I would love to roleplay, but I hate doing threads on tumblr because its too public to me. Would you be open to doing rp in dms somewhere? I'd ask this off anon, but again, privacy.

DMs are fine with me. As long as you, the person roleplaying, are 18+, I don't care ☺️

[cornelianlute]

replaying s.op and either i never saw these or i forgot but i'm keeping these here.

[mamamittens]

Seeing it Through (+18)

Fandom: One Piece

Ship: OdenXOC (Hinamon) (Possibly OOC behavior on Oden’s part, I’m very unfamiliar with his character tbh)

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), praise kink, unsafe sex, and implied size kink.

@elisabethvanroseblood

Word Count: 1,586

Hope this was worth the wait (and thank you for being so patient too). If I got any details wrong let me know and I'll edit it.

Oden enjoyed many things in life. Good booze. Beautiful women. Great adventures. Amazing fights.

And he’d sampled plenty in his relatively short time in this world starting from a young age. Wrecking havoc in his homeland and traveling the world with Whitebeard and Roger until duty called. It was time to return home for many reasons. He liked to think that his time on the sea calmed him. Helped him mature and grow in a way he never could in Wano. This was true but… well, old habits die hard, don’t they?

Nearly getting his balls cut off with a bamboo spear was quite the attention grabber.

Small and delicate, the woman reminded him of his lovely Toki. Danger and beauty wrapped up in a deceptive package. Hinamon, and her faithful snake companion Snow, captured his attention swiftly. He wasn’t even sure what he did to offend her, but Oden was quick to apologize—and not just for the sake of his balls either. His attendants had sighed, already aware of where this was going, as Hinamon accepted his apology after a long moment of silence.

White bangs brushed over sightless eyes where twin scars streaked down her cheeks. The edges pulling with a small smile as she laughed at him in amusement. Dangling flowers clicking together from the hair sticks holding back her tresses. Oden had to remind himself that he was a man now. Not a precocious boy who would do something so blatant as nick accessories from a lady without asking just to see if her hair looked like moonlight spilling over her kimono.

It wasn’t easy to woo her, Hinamon aware of who he was and his status. Having no real desire to entangle herself with the reputation Oden had thought he put behind him. Still, part of growing up is dealing with your own consequences, so he simply put his best foot forward at every opportunity. Toki, still dealing with some lingering weakness, laughed at him as she reminded him to mind his manners. His good looks couldn’t save him if she simply couldn’t see to begin with.

Though lack of sight never stopped her from knowing exactly where he was at all times—a skill Oden admired greatly among many.

Still, it was worth it.

It was worth it to earn the soft, gentle invite. Snow and his attendants excused themselves to allow them privacy. Bamboo hut a far cry from the luxuries he could shower her with—perhaps later after she and Toki meet. His hand brushed her back as he stepped inside, fingertips skimming over the collar of her kimono to her neck, causing a light shiver as she sighed. He almost touched her hair when she slapped his hand.

“Don’t even think about it, Oden.” She chuckled, reaching up to pull the hair sticks free. Effortlessly, her hair fell to her hips like silk unfurling. As he thought, it looked like the moon poured over her back. Without thought, he kneeled and brought it up to his lips before brushing it over her shoulder. He kissed the exposed skin of her nape with a heated chuckle as she moaned.

“You give me such beauty, hime~” Oden teased.  “It makes me wish to partake in everything you can give me.” She looked back at him, fair skin flush as she scoffed.

“You’re already here, Oden. You hardly need to keep flattering me now.” She sighed as he reached around to caress her hands as she readied herself to loosen her kimono. Oden pressed his nose into her warm skin with a smirk.

“Actually, it’s more important than ever that I keep reminding you how thankful I am to share your bed tonight.” Oden admitted. He had grown much more… smooth compared to his youth, and he was thankful for it. Hinamon was hardly a shrinking violet but still, she deserved a more soft touch.

Silk fell away to the floor to pool at her feet, exposing soft skin to his touch. And he kissed along the length of her bared shoulders, scarcely allowing his lips to leave her body as he whispered sweet nothings. But he still ensured that he returned to her neck, drinking in her soft moans as he teased the sensitive area. His hands settled over her curves, driving away the lingering chill in the room as his blood began to heat up.

She turned in his arms, grasping his kimono as he finally kissed her. Careful, ever so gently to not overwhelm, he deepened the kiss as he shrugged off his clothes. Stepping further into the room to lower them onto the futon. She tasted sweet, like fruit, and soft. Eagerness growing as he fondled her skin. Soft pants and moans poured from her lips like sweet wine he chased.

“O-Oh-den~” She whispered, nails scratching his sides as her legs shifted restlessly.

“I’m right here. Drinking in your beauty.” Oden promised, following down her body with restless kisses on her skin. His calloused palms parted silky-smooth thighs easily, her cunt soft and wet from what little they’d already done.

She gasped when he lapped between her folds, thighs trembling and straining against his arms as he groaned. Teasing her clit before adjusting her legs to drape over his shoulders. Oden eagerly slipped in a finger, balls aching at how soft and tight she was from that alone.

Clearly, he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to ensure Hinamon enjoyed all their time together. But he never backed down from a challenge before. Especially not one that promised to be as sweet as this. He teased her clit with his thumb, dragging his finger against her walls.

One by one he slipped in his fingers, gently stretching her out as she quickly soaked his hand. Her thighs quivering against his cheeks as she squeezed his face. She pulled his hair, panting and crying out every time she came on him. But Oden never wavered. Determined to both enjoy how she moaned his name and how eagerly her pussy adjusted to his ministrations. When he reached four, he focused again on her body.

How she trembled when he dragged his tongue over her clit and drenched his fingers. Nails scrapping his scalp as she came. Slick pouring from her as she sagged into the bed.

“—Oh! Oh-den~! P-Puh-lease! Please I-I can’t t-take i-it~! Ahhnn~! Oh-den~!” She screamed.

Grinning, cock leaking precum, Oden helped her ride out her pleasure. She sagged against the futon, panting and skin glistening in the moonlight. Hair mess around her body. Oden wasn’t sure how many times she fell over the edge or how long he teased her wet pussy, but it was worth it for this sight alone.

Slowly, Oden leaned back up, pressing slow, wet kisses to her body as he went. Nipping her neck with a grin as she moaned weakly.

“Hold onto me, hime~” Oden advised, his cock sliding against her soaked cunt. He dragged his thick length against her clit as she moaned. Arms wrapping around his neck as he eased his hands under her ass. Gently positioning himself.

Slowly, he sank into her. Her pussy so hot and wet for him. Because of him. Her lips pressed against his ear as she moaned loudly. He wouldn’t be hilting tonight, but he got surprisingly close. Oden groaned, tensing his body as he tried not to cum prematurely. She pulsed and squeezed his cock, keening pitifully as he pulled out. Leaving only the fat head as he leaned back to see her debauched face. Flush and wet with tears, she panted for him openly.

His hips snapped forward and she screamed, back arching as her ankles slammed into his thighs. It was almost too easy to lose himself. Hinamon’s small body fitting perfectly underneath him as he started fucking her senseless. Her cunt struggling to take all of him as he chased their satisfaction. Oden kissed her deeply, groaning as his tongue overwhelmed her with ease.

Her moans stuttered and started against his lips as she began trembling violently beneath him. Relishing the challenge of his thick cock as he realized with a rush of arousal that he was nearly there. Her delicate hands reached up and sank into his hair, pulling hard as she arched against him. Throttling his cock as he struggled to keep moving in the vice grip he found himself in. Every harsh pass pulling him closer to the edge until he thrust forward, lips disconnecting with wet strings as he moaned loudly.

Oden couldn’t resist grinding his hips closer as he came, his cum spilling out as he pressed filthy kisses to her lips. Still moaning as he did so until he finally ran dry.

Breathing heavily, Oden fell to the side, slowly slipping out as Hinamon moaned softly at the loss.

Beaming, Oden tiredly brushed the hair from her face.

“How do you keep getting more beautiful?” Oden asked breathlessly. Hinamon laughed tiredly.

“You’d know if you weren’t a fool.” She teased, curling against his side with a sleepy moan.

Oden laughed, pulling the blanket over her body. It wasn’t exactly made for his size, but he didn’t tend to get very cold anyway.

“I hear fools learn with practice.” Oden mused. Hinamon snorted but refused to respond. Instead choosing to fall asleep. Oden found himself a little disappointed but settled anyway. Quietly marveling at her delicate beauty as he followed her soon after.

Absolutely worth it.

[theabyssalmuses-a]

amiya conspiracy posting time

[wovenpetal-a]

MUN VS MUSE  /   I STOLE IT NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW---

[somnim-archived]

[prettyboykatsuki]

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gentle hands ( can we slow dance? ) | s. tomura 

➳ tags ;; fluff, ooc shiggy probably but i do not care, role reversal 

➳ wc ;; 790

➳ a/n ;; no i dont simp for shiggy yes i am writing this and it is @/saintdabis fault. vic this is on u and u alone. 

➳ plot ;; shigaraki reflects on love when you offer a hand to hime 

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“Do you wanna slow dance?” 

He thinks your joking at first, bristling under the implication of your words. He blinks at first but you’re serious - like completely serious. You’ve got the most honest look on your face (maybe his least favorite thing about you) and you’ve got a hand stretched out to him. It’s a genuine question, he knows. 

Unable to hide his feelings, he frowns at you and you have the audacity to laugh. It’s gentle and unassuming - open to him. He stays in his seat, stiff. 

“What are you talking about,” 

You don’t acknowledge his tone or his agitation. You don’t even really seem all that bothered by it. His heart flutters but he doesn’t know how to tell you that so he simply huffs. 

“Why the hell do you wanna slow dance? There’s not any music,” 

You shake your head and flash your phone at him. There’s a love song on it, an old one from what he can tell. He knows it, you’ve played it before. For him, before but he ignores that details. He crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Why’re you listening to that?” 

You shrug. It’s nonchalant but a grin crosses your face. It’s a dead give-a-way that you’re teasing him. He finds you to be too much but he doesn’t know how to tell you. He doesn’t know how to deny you either. 

Overwhelming. You’re too much, Shigaraki feels this more than anything. You stand and stretch - feet padding on old wood floors and  you hold out your hand. You take your headphones out and the song plays from the speaker of your phone. 

He could just deny you. He could easily tell you to stop or leave him alone. He could do so many things but he doesn’t know how to. To deny any chance of love from you would be his greatest folly. 

He takes your hand, his gloved one in yours and stands in front of you. He’s stiff but you’re not expecting much else - and you’re beaming. Shigaraki briefly wonders what you were in a past life. Maybe, if he’d met you in another universe, you would also stand togehter like this. And maybe it’d be easier and less constricting to love you. 

There’s a world in which loving you in moderation is an option. But he doesn’t live there - he lives here. Here where he can’t help but want to slow dance with you even though it’s so overwhelming. And all this intimacy feels like it should come with consequences. Love has always proved to follow with cold.

A bitter and sore winter that nips at his fingers. Unforgiving grief whenever Shigaraki tries to love.

You’re beaming, smiling ear to ear and he’s most just trying to wipe the blush of his face. Love could never be a choice, he doesn’t think. If he had to guess - love is a would that never stops bleeding. It will take your senses and you will let it. It will make you slow-dance in an empty bedroom. 

“D’ya know how?” 

“Obviously not,”

You shake your head, a hand on his waist. You smile at him, warm and pleasant and pretty. Too much. 

“Just follow my lead, okay?” 

He wants to reply with something snarky about not having a choice but within seconds you’re moving. Your foot falls back and his goes forward, and suddenly your chest to chest. Two bodies moving in synchronicity -like how heavenly bodies move through space. He moves and then you move and it’s fluid. 

And once he’s gotten the hang of it, he realizes he has no place to look but your eyes. They’re full of something inexplicable and affection. His face drops into your shoulders - he’s too embarrassed to think straight.  

How does he tell you he likes it? He likes this feeling so much he feels like he’s going to fall to his knees. This part of him is so human, he flinches when he sees it. Your hand so easily in his. You’re light laugh and smile. The sun closing in until the room is painted in a soft blue. This love is so melancholy - it’s perfect and tragic all at once. If he could stay in just one place, it would be here. Slow dancing with you. 

The song plays for a few long minutes, and when it loops - once or twice or three times, he doesn’t say anything. He holds your waist close to his and he takes an inhale of your scent. Like soap and clean clothes and home. 

You asked him to slow dance, but really, he never stood a chance

. He simply moves with you like heavenly bodies must. One step at a time. 

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[deerixiie]

description: is osamu foolish for turning his back on the storm?

pairings: miya osamu x fem!reader

genre: royalty au (no specific time period), soft? angst, allusions to a panic attack

w/c: 1040

a/n: this was for the miya twins’ birthday but yeah that didn’t happen... also osamu might be ooc but whatever

The nights afterward were riddled with sleepless nights plagued by what-ifs and unanswerable questions, but perhaps the worst of them all was the simple question: was he foolish?

Was he foolish for turning his back on the ominous clouds on the horizon, looming with the realization that his brother was going to marry the love his life? Was he foolish for choosing to ignore; to blind himself with the delirious joy that came from being around you?

Years after, he still didn't know.

The day Osamu realized he couldn't run away any more was ironically a pleasant one. A warm spring breeze wove its way through the vivid pink of the cherry blossom trees, coating the courtyard with sweet-smelling petals. The sky was an aimless blue, dotted by tall, fluffy white clouds.

(It was oddly fitting, Osamu would think later. Clouds like those often brought the threat of rain.)

It was a stark contrast to the dark mood inside the palace.

"Atsumu is the crown prince to Inarizarki's throne, and he needs a queen to stand by his side. Thus, we have come to the decision that Atsumu will marry Y/n-hime."

Lightning struck Osamu's heart, sending ripples of shock and pain so thick he almost stumbled.

(The clouds were overhead.

There was no running from it now.)

Osamu felt Atsumu's gaze on his, but he couldn't bring himself to look at him. The solid hold he thought he had on you was slipping, fading, dimming. Swept away in the winds of the storm.

Osamu knew he was spiraling.

"What do you mean you can't do anything?" he snapped, seconds away from raising his voice—something Osamu never did.

Atsumu—someone more quick to anger, quick to snap back, quick to say words that could leave scars—was just as upset, raking frustrated fingers through his hair. “I can’t do anything, ‘Samu! I’m a prince, not the damn king! I can’t change something that’s been in place for generations!”

“The Atsumu I knew doesn’t give a damn about the rules,” Osamu retorted, his voice dangerously low. “The Atsumu I knew is a troublemaker and a rulebreaker, willing to do anything if it was worth trying. The Atsumu I knew would do anything,” Osamu’s voice cracked, splintering into pieces. “...anything for his brother.”

“Maybe I’m in love with Y/n too!”

The breath left Osamu’s chest sharply. He stared wide-eyed at his twin brother, watching as he, his twin brother, someone he thought he knew better than himself, became a stranger, an unfamiliar face in the darkness.

(That’s when the first drops of rain fell from the clouds overhead, converting into a downpour that drenched Osamu in a bone-chilling sorrow.)

"I know you think it's always 'Osamu and Y/n,' but it's not. I didn't ask for all of this!" He spread his arms out to either side of him. "I didn't ask to be the damn crown prince. I didn't ask to have to go to some fancy ball every other day while you and Y/n ran around the castle. Y/n is my friend too, 'Samu. We all grew up together."

The rest of Atsumu's word faded away into muted mumbles. Osamu's ears were ringing—or was that just Atsumu's yelling? He couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't feel anything.

The world he thought he knew, the world he had drowned himself in, was fading away.

Words and music melted into soundless blurs around him. Random strangers with no faces greeted him, and he greeted them back. Or did he? He didn't know.

The pounding in his heart was louder than any sound in the ballroom. You were there, somewhere, mixed into the nameless crowd. So close, but still miles apart. Were you looking for him? No, you couldn't.

Osamu tried to take a shaky breath, but he found himself unable to breathe. The crowd became suffocating. The grand walls of the ballroom loomed over him, pushing him in. The clouds of the storm coiled and rippled, pushing him down.

Get out. He needed to get out.

He pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the murmurs of judgment and confusion that followed. He broke his way out of the palace and into the coolness of the garden outside. He tried to take a breath.

He couldn't breathe.

All around the empty garden he saw you. You throwing up cherry blossom petals, giggling when one landed on your nose. You running through the aisles of hydrangeas, yelling at him to chase you. You tripping and falling into the fountain, you falling asleep on his shoulder under the trees, you everywhere.

Osamu took off again.

He didn't stop until he was in the grove of trees at the back of the garden, the place where you, him, and Atsumu would sneak off to when your parents had a meeting. He swallowed slowly. He took a breath.

He could breathe. Ironic.

He sunk to his knees and buried his head in his arms, taking shallow breaths.

You're a coward. The clouds overhead mocked him as they rained hellfire down onto his heart. Look at you, running away again. You lack the courage to do as little as look your lover in the eye. How pathetic. How f-

"Osamu?"

He didn't believe it was you at first. It wasn't until you repeated his name again, your voice desperate, when Osamu looked up.

"Y/n." His voice broke.

Was he foolish?

Was he foolish for still taking you into his arms as you cried? Was he foolish for pressing a feather-light kiss into your hair? Was he foolish for telling you it was okay?

(Once again, he was turning away from the horizon—although now, the storm was upon him. Refusing to acknowledge that the perfect life he had crafted for himself was now being ravaged and destroyed.)

You were not permanent. None of this was permanent. Soon he'd stand at Atsumu's left-hand side and watch him wed the girl he loved.

Osamu tilted your chin up with his finger. Maybe I am foolish, he thought as he put his lips over yours. Maybe we're all foolish.

As your lips joined together for the last time, you pretended that you didn't feel the tear that flowed down Osamu's cheek.

[tuixlaa]

k I’ve spoken about this in my discord but it’s TIME FOR MY CONSPIRACY THEORY regarding how Yashahime was meant to go. I believe RT was given a rough draft that was vastly different than what we ended with. If what is being reported on that 15 is completely meant to be a red herring then...Anyways here we go!

First thing, it was never meant to be Rin in the tree, even the with the narrative as we’re given now, her being there stops the plot dead in it’s tracks and cannot proceed. Because of a few things, A. Rin had very little to almost no impact in the original manga or show, she existed as the starting point of Sesshomaru’s journey into overcoming his biases and learning how to wield his sword into it’s transformation phase. She has no interaction with the Tree of Ages and very little with Kikyo fuck if we go by the first movie Rin had no idea Kikyo was dead. If Rin could be described as anything it’d be the hopping lamp from Spirited Away guiding Chihiro to Zeniba’s home that stays at the gate once arriving

She is a beacon on his journey lighting the way for him to get there but has little to no purpose outside of that for him. Rin is important to Sesshomaru’s development but not to the overall plot of the show. She helps him see past his biases and leads him into  B it was Kagura’s death that was the catalyst that pushed him to that journey’s end, Rin had nothing to do with it. He mourned Kagura and that was what was needed for both his mental state and his sword. That even as powerful and great he was he couldn’t save her, but he was damned sure to avenge her. Kagura is what brought Sesshomaru to a place of understanding and compassion Rin was just the beacon that brought him there. Even when Sesshomaru saves Rin and Kohaku it is because of Kagura that he can feel the pain of lose because he couldn’t save her.

Now let’s talk about the tree of ages and it’s importance.

I’m gonna say this first, it’s an absolute disgrace that it’s importance and meaning to Inuyasha, Kagome and Kikyo was dumbed down to baby mama drama.

The Tree of Ages is important for a few reasons, it was first and foremost where Kikyo and Inuyasha parted and where Inuyasha and Kagome met it’s the end of one relationship and the beginning of another.

It’s importance to the pain and despair Kikyo and Inuyasha parted on growing into the light and love of Kagome and Inuyasha is shown a few times in show, then again in the first movie. The first movie expands a bit more on it’s importance to Kagome’s life in the modern era that it’s seen the love of her family through the generations. But that it’s her connection to Inuyasha that helps her return to him after it’s overgrown due to the other tree feeding off the villain. Their love LITERALLY TOUCHING ACROSS TIME YOU KNOW THE FUCKING TITLE.

The tree has always been a constant for the three. Which is why many took the promotional poster as proof it was Kagome in the tree given it’s chosen form was that of Kikyo. Perhaps feeding off her memories and the importance of Kikyo to her and Inuyasha.

And that leads me into my conspiracy theory. It was suppose to be Kagome in the tree and the journey of the girls was supposed to be around Moroha finding her father who left in search of a way to save Kagome. With the twins trying to find where in the world is Sesshomaru Diago Since Inuyasha is facing the tree you know. THE TREE THAT MEANS SO MUCH IN REGARDS TO HIS FUCKING RELATIONSHIP TO KAGOME. Why the fuck would he be looking at his brother’s ward? He wouldn’t. This was what I believe RT was given as a draft. Not the trash heap we got. It makes the most sense narrative wise and why everything seems to be all over the place. Especially concerning the twins. such as giving them honorable titles as hime when Treekyo establishes Sesshomaru gave up everything to forge his own path.

The twins are constantly propped up at the expense of the characters around them. Such as Sota giving Towa a look at his beloved sister he’s not seen in 14 years. Vs his niece who get’s a Dennis the menace “Oh that Rascal!!” slapstick moment.

Or Kagome’s mom who went from having an entire segments about how important her family is, to Eh she has my daughter’s eyes. What should of been a powerful moment of finding her long lost Granddaughter is rather underwhelming.

“Eh I guess she’s Kagome’s daughter.”

Furthermore the disrespect to Kagome is extremely telling in my humble opinion. Kagome has gone from a title character who has VASTLY outclassed the one she’s a reincarnation of in terms of helping the world around her, back to “ZOMG KIKYO’S REINCARNATION????”

And then you have the fact that both Inuyasha and Kagome are locked away conveniently so Sesshomaru can be the...Hero? You know the one that yeeted his infant daughters to a burning forest while their maybe? teen mom sobbed then fucked off to god knows where. I mean fuck even the tree of ages tells him to not leave Rin and he still fucks off like “Not my problem.”

This is why I believe the plot is running in circles and Sunrise has to screech at us that 15 was a red herring. Because it was originally meant to be Kagome locked away and somehow connected to the villain, before it was trashed into the baby mama drama Mary Sue Twin show we ended with. Everyone is either MIA/completely OOC/ or just stupid because it’s the only way Sunrise could make it work when taking Kagome out and putting Rin in. I could go on and on but I think I made my point.

[bansept]

Sacrifice

SO, this is angst based on an episode from TVD, which I used to watch. I had in mind almost recreating an episode but then thought “nahhh” So at least I tried to innovate!

This is a one shot, so no updates after that because I love making people suffer, obviously.

Slight OOCness, because it’s a rather dark world.

TRIGGER WARNING : Major character death + mental issues that are camouflaged but not that much

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One does not decide their fate. You are born from your mother, grow and meet people, if fate is merciful, you meet the one you were created to love. You spend a lifetime with them, you learn how to love, how to care, how to live. You get to understand what it is like to choose for the first time. And, after a life worth of adventures, stories and feelings, you are put to rest.

Once upon a time Ichigo and Orihime believed in this reality. Believed that life could be harsh, but they would climb out of the pit of darkness to reach the sunlight, and enjoy it.

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Like all days, it was sunny. In their minds, the vast grass filed in front of them was always illuminated, the light breeze always brought new and known scents to their noses, and they could feel whole again. They could feel the warmth of the Sun, the touch of the other on their hand. The whisper of the wind caressing their ears.

In their inner world, all was alright. All was safe and loving.

The exterior world was corrupted by uncaring people. It was dark and messy and cruel, nothing good could ever come out of it.

Especially people.

Their families had left, stolen away by the frightening death that loomed over each human being. From the father, whose childish behavior always pushed Ichigo out of his skin to the sisters and the brother that loved their sibling in the purest way possible. The sisters looked out for their brother, asking for his protection and his support. The brother watched over his sister, calming her when the world was latching onto her, pulling her out of the black waters of her mind.

But now, all this happiness they could vaguely remember had been taken away. Vanished, disappeared in thin air. Where did they go? Where were they all now? In the sky or in the dirt?

There were no such things as an answer.

“Let’s get going, Orihime.”

The rough voice brought another wide smile on her face. She felt his hand hold hers tenderly, and nodding her head, Orihime followed him docily, letting him lead the way, like he always did.

The world was upside down : debris of buildings here and there, some gigantic from a building or a skyscraper, others small enough to step on. Blocks of stones and piles of wood and iron littered the floor, waiting for more scavengers to dig in them, try to find what was essential to live.

But living was not possible anymore. Not after bombs were dropped on Japan. It was said it was that way all over the world, but no one could say for sure. Was it true the world was destroyed by a radioactive menace? Was it true that the peoples of the Earth were reduced to nothing but wandering all day long to survive for another day?

Orihime could never know. Her world was a golden field with a orange-haired man sitting next to her.

Ichigo talked to her. Explained what he saw, what he felt, what was happening aroudn them. Anything he knew Orihime would love, he described it to her, from a rare seagull to a tiny sprout on the ground, trying its hardest to get some energy. Many times, Ichigo would snark a remark, something along the lines of “it’s fighting to exist, just like us.”. Orihime could do nothing but hold his hand tighter.

For months now, they walked the day to stop at night, cuddling closer no matter the heat of the weather, holding the other close. Closing her eyes didn’t change a thing : she was still in the field with him. She was still watching his traits shift to something relaxed and she was still amazed by him.

Ichigo shifted closer to her, taking the light bag off her back to let her poor spine breathe a little.

“What are you thinking about?”

She smiled. What an obvious question.

“You.”

She heard him chuckle, the sound soft.

“Ah, even in this situation, you keep on saying that.”

Orihime felt his other hand on the top of her head, caressing the not so souple hair, pushing a few strands out of her face, not that it mattered anyway. She didn’t say anything, only placed her chin against his hand.

Even in this situation, where the world she couldn’t see anymore was destroyed, their families and friends dead, Orihime would still be strong enough to smile. If it was fate to live, and if things happened for a reason, then all the suferring of today would vanish tomorrow, and they would meet again in the golden fields.

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When two people travel together in a hostile place, it has its advantages and its inconvenients.

The first being only worrying about one person. No time wasted thinking about a potential individual that got lost. And with Orihime not being able to walk two steps alone, it was easy to stick together. The food, found in a deserted cafeteria or an abandoned house, was also easy to share.

The second... Their number was low, and if they encountered any threat, it was hard to outrun it, or to fight it. Orihime was Ichigo’s number one priority. Always had, always will be. But that only pushed him deeper into the danger.

And it was during the night they would feel the weakest. Ichigo could stand watch, not Orihime. Orihime could sleep, not Ichigo.

When one dreamed of the same place with the same person, the other was haunted by the nightmares of the reality laid bare in front of him. Destroyed houses, rotting corpses, violence in each corner.

One does not decide their fate. They are born with protection in their names, and it is their way of life to live by it. It is not their choice what they see or what they think.

He can’t help but think he should travel alone, leave Orihime to a safer place and come back to her once in a while with what she needs.

But if thinking is not up to him, then feeling is.

He can’t bear it. The thought of letting her be alone. Without him. He aches the moment he thinks of leaving her. So he doesn’t.

He aches the moment he sees her white eyes focus on nothing but her last memory of him, of them, in the field near a barn they used to like.

He aches when he knows how much she must suffer from being stuck in one place.

But because he feels and because those feelings lead him, he keeps them going. In a way, he started to believe fate would be kind after it is cruel. Maybe they will get better soon.

Until he knows they won’t.

Scavengers, unknown men and women, hiding behind old rusted glasses and torn rags encounter them one day. Without any discussion, any word, they attack them, they push them to the ground to rob them. Ichigo wants to fight, but Orihime grabs his hand, his arm, his body to have him close.

The golden fields in her head are starting to burn.

The foreigners attach them far away from each other. Ichigo is near an old electric pole, tied smartly, no chances of him getting out without getting injuried. Orihime on her side, she is told to sit near the fire, because what can a blind girl do? She can’t run, she can’t escape, she can’t help.

The golden fields in her head are burning now.

Ichigo watches her cry, clear tears coming out of foggy eyes, her head tilted to the sky, not daring to speak. And he sense she’s lossing it.

Not because they are seperated by a few meters. Not because he’s not holding her hand. Because she, who couldn’t see the world, couldn’t perceive how evil it had turned, encoutered it by herself. And the only safe place, physically and mentally, was getting ripped away from her.

Ichigo tried to fight his bounds. He tried to have this tiny shape of light and hope in his mind, that the day he would have fate on his side was here. That he could free himself, and her, and go back home.

It lasted for hours. Her crying, his pulling. Both were silent, one to not bring attention, the other too shocked and petrified to move.

Maybe it was luck, maybe it was fate, but they managed to get out. Ichigo shuffled his hands out of the ropes, pretending to sleep as a guard looked down on him. He turned around and the orange-haired man stood up abruptly to wrap an arm around his neck, suffocating him enough to make the lad fall unconcsious on the ground.

.

.

.

But there was nothing he could now.

The fire of reality and fate had burned the golden fields.

There was no Sun. No wind. No gentleness, no caress. The orange wasn’t just a mass of hair next to her anymore. It was all she could feel, from the sky to the clouds. The ground was dark and bloody, the piece only shrinking into chaos.

She couldn’t walk anymore. She couldn’t run, or hide, or talk or anything! All was gone! All she hoped, all she yearned, all she saw was gone!

Even the hand on her arm, the same as always, the same touch and same pressure on her skin, it was different, and it was bad.

Everything hurt. Nothing was bearable anymore.

“Orihime, please... We gotta go now, or they’ll get to us...”

“I don’t want to move.”

He stopped pulling her arm, instead cupping her face. She couldn’t feel his eyes on her own. All was gone.

“What? Hime, come on, now is not the best time...”

“Why... Why are we doing this?”

Ichigo didn’t answer, nor did he asked what she was talking about. He only hissed an insult. Orihime’s void eyes blinked, and she waved her hands to him, messily touching his sides. It was wet.

“I don’t want... I can’t have this anymore! I can’t get going like this! And neither can you, Ichigo... So please... Let’s go home.”

Her hand pushed against the fabric of his vest in a relfex to stop the bleeding he had gotten from the guard. She had heard some fighting by Ichigo’s side, but he had assured her he was fine.

Liar.

“Orihime...”

“Don’t tell me can’t!” Tears kept spilling, getting in her mouth, on the side of her nose, dropping on the floor. “I’m tired, tired of doing all this! I’m tired of suffering everyday, of knowing you suffer too! What kind of life could we have here! Huh? Nothing!”

“... I know.”

“I just want to be home... Just want to feel the sun on my face again...”

A little click was heard, and Orihime closed her eyes, lips curling into a smile. Ichigo breathed out, voice shaking but calm and determined.

“... We’re going back home. To Sora, to Yuzu and Karin. To my father and mother.”

Ichigo pulled them close, sliding a cold and hard gun in Orihime’s hand, their foreheads brought together to feel warmth.

“I can’t wait to meet them... And so that I can talk to Sora about you. He’ll be glad.”

“I’m nervous... I hope he’ll like me.”

The two chuckled, and Orihime leaned closer to gently kiss him on the lips.

“He will.”

One does not decide their fate. You are born from your mother, grow and meet people, if fate is merciful, you meet the one you were created to love. You spend a lifetime with them, you learn how to love, how to care, how to live. You get to understand what it is like to choose for the first time. And, after a life worth of adventures, stories and feelings, you are put to rest.

Once upon a time Ichigo and Orihime believed in this reality. Believed that life could be harsh, but they would climb out of the pit of darkness to reach the sunlight, and enjoy it.

They were not always surrounded by light. They were not always surrounded by warmth.

They knew they wouldn’t be in the sky or in the ground.

They knew where their place was.

They knew where the sunlight was, the same place they would feel warmth, always.

There were two loud bangs. One soft thud, as their bodies fell together.

Then laughter, the golden fields perfect again, with the new Sun, the new wind, the new caresses, and the joy of meeting new faces.

Now, and forever, they were put to rest, and fate would never be cruel again.

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I’m not certain that people will like it, since I wrote that in an hour and with a loud loud mind.

I hope you guys do not hate me too much haha

[monkeebratz]

Gotham Seamstress Marinette - Uncle Ozzy

Initial Idea | Uncle Ozzy (you are here) |

One of Arthur’s most frequent customers is, of course, Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin. The man wears almost exclusively suits. C’mon now. (Also the Penguin I’m most family is the one from The Batman animated series so forgive me if this seems. Odd? OOC? Idk I’m just here to have fun.)

And Ol’ Ozzy doesn’t think much of the little girl that’s started helping Mr. Berstein out around the shop. She works fast, doesn’t say much. Pretty little thing. (Not that Ozzy is looking at a child like that, get your mind out of the gutter. There’s a reason his Kabuki girls shadow him everywhere, and the Lounge has mostly waitresses running about. The lot of them are young, but nobody ever said Oswald Cobblepot wasn’t a gentleman, and no gentleman would ever put his hand to a woman. Catwoman doesn’t COUNT damn it.) 

Of course, he doesn’t think much of her until she’s stuttering over her words after he asks what she’s looking at so sharply. Something about the cut of the suit. Its difficult to pick through the nonsense to get to the meat of the matter but something about a single breast suit with some kind of pattern. When he demands she show him what she means, she pulls out a slip of paper, quickly scribbling out her design. And Ozzy won’t lie, its... flattering. More so than the damn American style suits that are still all the rage in Gotham right now. And the girl, Mari, is waving her hands and fluttering about to pick out a handful of fabrics, layering them against each other and explaining how they work together and he won’t lie... he likes it. Tells her as much and the girl grins ear to ear and makes little notes on the page, setting aside the paper and nodding along. 

Neither of them notice Mr. Berstein in the background, white knuckle gripping his tape, watching the scene play out in front of him. His Girls notice, of course, and tell him later in their harsh, whispered tones. Bah. Like he’d hurt a little girl for doing her job.... He may have to have a word with ol’ Jay about that. He liked this girl, and if she could make this old bird look good, well. He didn’t care to be replacing a seamstress who could do her job and do it well. No reason to have his old friend torment the girl into making mistakes. 

Mari starts making most of Oswald’s suits herself, adding in fun little details. And, now, most petty thugs know better than to mess with Arthur or Mari and get on the bad side of the Rogue Gallery. But not everybody. 

The Penguin shows up to find Mr. Bernstein doing some adjustments to his latest commission and he’s all sorts of cagey about where Mari is. Now, Cobblepot and the Kabuki Girls don’t take too kindly to him acting like that and there may be some threatening and, well. Arthur quietly explained that Mari got mugged coming home last night. She said the other guy looked worse, but she got hit pretty hard and she wasn’t going to be up for finishing anything anytime soon. 

So Oswald and the Girls push past Arthur to go upstairs (he and Mari live above the tailor shop) and go to see her, Arthur sweating buckets the whole time. And Mari’s just kinda laying on the couch, beat to all hell and she squeaks like a little mouse, quickly ducking into her little blanket burrito when she sees them. (She’s hiding the kwami that were comforting her. But they don’t need to know that.) 

Oswald goes all Papa Bear and demands a description of the men/man who did this and Mari gives it to him only if he promises not to kill them or anything drastic. And he DOES make that promise. The Girls, however, don’t. Nobody touches their sweet little Hime. (She hadn’t flinched back when they’d taken off their masks in front of her for a new set of unitard’s and kimono’s, carefully fitted and adjusted to not get in the way of their work. Had smiled and said how pretty their eyes were, how lovely their hair. Nobody touched their sweet girl, and nobody touches Mr. Cobblepot, and got away with it. Not now. Not ever.) 

Once Mari is all healed up, he insists that he call him Uncle Ozzy, and the Girls insist they call them Peri and Gale. They can’t manage more than a harsh whisper, and refuse to give any other names, but Mari never gives her full name either, so. That’s fine. 

Now, Ozzy and the Girls continue wearing Mari’s designs. And, now, Marinette hears of the upcoming Wayne gala, and in a fit of inspiration, draws up matching outfits for the three of them. And maybe one for herself. And Ozzy pays her for all four outfits, and tells her he’ll bring her as his plus one to this gala. As long as it all gets done before hand. She, of course, tackle hugs him and squeals with happiness bc you’d better believe Mari is going to get this done asap!

(And holy descriptions Batman, here’s the ideas for their outfits that I may try to draw one day. Maybe.

Oswald Cobblepot - British Style Single Breasted Suit. Off silver/cream color with metallic snowflake detailing. Very subtle. Very light almost pastel orange-yellow waistcoat. A more saturated red-orange tie and matching handkerchief in his jacket breast pocket. Typical matching top hat and shoes in a slightly darker gray to match the suit. 

Peri and Gale - Masks with high flush looking blush and very pale blue lips. Decorative hair combs and flowers in silver and pale, ice blue. Their unitards are a similar simple, pale blue. Kimono has inner most layers of deep blue, getting paler and paler until you have the silver blue outside layer. Same metallic snowflake pattern as Ozzy’s suit. The bottom of the kimono and its sleeves have added details of penguins in the same orange-yellow and yellow-red as Ozzy as well. Obi is the same blue as the middle layer of the Kimono, a mid tone blue, with bronze details of peregrine falcons and nightingales, respectively. Orange-yellow obi belt and red-orange obiage. 

Marinette - High neck, backless, mermaid style skirt, dress. Fade from black at her neck to the same off silver everybody else has. Metallic snowflakes on the silver area of the skirt that fade out with the black. Very top of the dress is a yellow ribbon that ties in a bow at the back of her neck and hangs down to just below her  knees.)

Ozzy intrudes Mari to the Wayne’s and its. Something. 

[light--hime]

Reminder that this is an RP blog and I am begging for partners!!!!!

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hi i am that anon from like 29th Dec (last dang year) who said i read ur tsuki no hime and loved it and that u understand Aizou. i have read more of ur stuff since then and now i NEED to ask you for writing advice, on both characterization and general writing tips since I didnt mention it before. Sorry about that! i just forgot i sent an ask and i do not get notifs at all (or does anon asks not get notifs?) Also, ART STUDENT! That's why the nice art and art leaning!! I feel smart for sensing it

oh yup, tumblr doesn't send notifs for anon asks! but i'm glad you did see the answer anyway

this post is hideously long, so answer under the cut!

so, on characterization: it is mostly a matter of what would they say, rather than what you want them to say. the joke about "the characters do what they want to" instead of what the writer wants is pretty much true if you want them to be in character lol (that's why sometimes a little bit of OoC isn't too bad)

checking the source material is the most important thing: look at prior similar interactions the characters have had and how they reacted

this is kind of hard with LIPxLIP, as there aren't that many translated texts about them but with honeyworks the most canon and reliable thing to use as reference are the mvs. the mvs are drawn in a way that can pretty much be understood even if you don't have the lyrics, and sometimes it's even better if you can't read them, to properly focus on the images better

look at their expressions closely: while aizou is always explosive in his anger, yuujirou often has a more indifferent expression. so, when they fight, aizou is probably the one to blow up first while yuujirou maintains his composure better. it's kind of the classic "this was only a brief passing panel but i am going to expand on it" www

but the thing about fanfiction is that it's always a bit of a character analysis in itself. you don't start writing having already a color-coded folder of possible situations and reactions a character would have for each setting. you just throw the characters in a scenario and then think from there onwards, and eventually you'll be able to have the folder of situations and what you think their reactions would be like. (though, this links back to the prior point, if the characters have gone through a similar situation in canon, use that as guide! plus, finding little references to canon when reading is always fun)

for general writing, i'm going to mostly talk about my own experiences and process! i'm in no way a professional though

the basic is reading a lot. not just books but also fanfic. in fact, since you're writing fanfic, i Encourage you to read fanfic. even if your story ends up novel length, the way of treating the story is different from that of an actual novel. for example, because you're working under the premise that everyone knows the characters already. the general style of fics is different as well.

in fact, the style is the main reason i'm saying this slfkslfkslkf

read a lot of stuff and find a style you like. think of it as sewing together pieces from here and there to make a frankenstein amalgamation: this person's metaphors, the comparisons from here, the descriptions from there

personally, i adore the "long one-shot with a long title formatted (like this)" fics that are mostly feelings and descriptions and as little dialogue as possible, and some that occasionally play with the "show don't tell" rule, and some months ago i read a book whose descriptions amazed me because you could feel what the character was focusing on the most, rather than being general descriptions of the situation (i actually have a lot of thoughts about descriptions but that's a post for another day). but also i really like dialogue and plot-driven stories, descriptions can get boring and before trying to break rules, you have to be really good at following them

but, let's go step by step: developing an idea

for this i'm going to mostly reference the multichap i finished a while ago as an example

i started with just a few vague concepts in mind: non-idol au with aizou who does some sport and likes music but is insecure about his singing and yuujirou who does some music related thing and encourages him to sing in a way that's somehow related to the hozier song to noisemaking (sing), because it's what inspired me to write in the first place

then, from then onwards i wrote down what would happen in the first chapter of the story bullet-point-list-style, including things like the roommates part or the clubs the boys were in (at first yuujirou was in the choir club lol the change was a last second decision that idk why i took) and then bits of dialogue here and there that would be The Turning Points. those first dialogues were for the fight at the end of ch 1, the apology-date in ch 3 and then some vaguely unused ones for the "yuujirou encourages aizou" part, as those were the first key moments i thought of

because, since it's enemies to friends to lovers, an important aspect was character development

not all fics have character development bc not all of them are long enough (if you're aiming for short and sweet then there's no need). but if they do, i recommend you write down how the character was at the beginning of the story and then how they were at the end and then fill in the middle later, think of what those key turning points that made the character change were (the more little things you add, the more gradual it'll be)

samishigariya illustrates this very nicely: the song starts and finishes with the same lines, but the ending ones feel more light-hearted. the beginning has pre-arisa ken and pre-getting-along-with-yuujirou aizou, when they were the lonely people the title mentioned, and the ending, when they're not lonely anymore. the in between can be seen in depth during the other songs: ken before arisa was a playboy who didn't take love seriously, but after meeting her he realized that games were not all there was to love; and aizou used to be quite cranky and high-key a loner, but then he "meets precious things and knows of love". i will not elaborate on that because this isn't an aiyuu post but Oh You Know

for the fic, aizou would go through that same process, more or less: someone who doesn't really form meaningful connections with people but who, in the end, would end up having quite a bunch of people who care about him as his relationship with yuujirou advances too

since the relationship was the main focus, i wrote a very simple outline for how it would develop throughout 5 hypothetical chapters that was just: 1. civil w each other but mostly bad > 2. bad > 3. half friends > 4. pining > 5. date

and then with that in mind and the bullet point list, the final basic outline ended up like this:

there were scraped ideas and ideas that made it in later, but i believe having a simple outline, a bare skeleton to add things to, is important. stories need continuity, development requires a prior buildup

it's especially important in multichapter fics where you post as you write, you need to have a more or less clear idea of what's going to happen because you can't ignore scenes you've already posted

shorter stories don't need it as much, you can think as you go, but it's still helpful to know where you're going with things to avoid getting stuck

and, on getting stuck: don't be afraid of deleting things. if you can't figure out how to continue things, then delete the situation and start again. it might feel like you'd be wasting time but in the end, it is so much better than being stuck on the same scene for weeks

in fact, you don't have to write in order. jump to the next scene and you'll figure it out later. you Can write the scene you want to write and then build everything else around it

it's normal to write a scene and then realize it would make more sense later in the story, or that it would be better if you added another scene earlier, or sometimes you just find it easier to jump from one part of the story to another. rely on your outline to keep track of what you've written, what you have left to write and what's the best way to arrange your story. make your story understandable

which bring us to editing

there's a lot of much better posts on editing stories, but yeah ctrl+f is your best friend: don't repeat yourself too much. and be sure to vary sentence and paragraph length, as well as sentence structure, to give dynamism to the writing

now, i've mentioned before the show, don't tell rule, but i'm going to talk a bit more about it because it's quite important

once again there's a lot of posts that explain more in depth what it is, so i'm not going to expand too much on that, but, very basically, try to avoid things like "then some time passed and they became friends". explain it: what happened exactly? how did they become friends? if it's important, show it to us, instead of summarizing

since things like these make the story longer, it also gives room for more development and proper explanation for things that happen

for example, the fic was originally going to start with them already in the room, and the whole situation would have been explained in a single paragraph somewhere, but by actually adding the scene where they first arrive to the dorms and argue with the lady at the main desk, the story flows better and it let me actually describe their first meeting

and uuuhhh i think that's all? this took super long to write i hope i didn't forget any super basic stuff lol

i want to add that for enemies to lovers i greatly recommend this post bc it's super good but yeah i think that's basically it, if you have any more specific questions just shoot me an ask

[the-second-circle-ffxiv]

LFRP - Ayame Sasaki

NAME: Ayame Sasaki (Aya-hime) ALIAS/NICKNAME: Aya, Ayame Homura (Misaki Sanada, Ai Kurosawa, Kaori Ishida and several other aliases, used during the jobs.) AGE: 19 NAMEDAY: 4th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon RACE: Au ra (Raen) GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Pansexual MARITAL STATUS: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR: Long and straight, lilac hair reaches halfway down her back. EYES: Bright pink (no limbal rings) HEIGHT: 4′9′’ BUILD: Petite and rather doll-like DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Huge snake and cherry blossoms tattooed onto Aya’s back in eastern fashion, running over her hips on the left, and down onto her thigh. She also has three cherryblossoms tattooed on the bottom of her right foot. COMMON ACCESSORIES: Golden jewelry, a set of kunai, strapped onto her left thigh and a small flashbang, made by her younger sister, Bella.

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Phantom thief HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Painting, reading, shopping, theatre, tea ceremonies and aroma therapy. LANGUAGES: Hingan and basics of common RESIDENCE: Homura household in Shirogane BIRTHPLACE: Sasaki manor, Kugane FEARS: Poverty and humiliation

Relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None CHILDREN: None PARENTS: Asagi Homura (adoptive mother) SIBLINGS: Ainu Wanyuudo & N’bella Bhlero (adoptive sisters) OTHER RELATIVES: Silke Doomflare (adoptive aunt), Kojiro Homura (adoptive uncle), Muneshige Homura (adoptive granpa), Okuni Homura (adoptive grandma), the deceased / lost Sasaki clan. PETS: Two pink moths, Yumeka and Tsukiko. Because of relative short lifespan of a moth, she tends to just replace the dead with new ones, which will inherit the names of their predecessors.

Traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organised / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unempathetic / in between optimistic/ pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in-between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: Rarely DRUGS: Never ALCOHOL: Occasionally

RP Hooks ––– –

Phantom thief of Kugane An priceless jewel necklace disappeared in the middle of tea ceremony you held for your important business partners, with only a calling card and a cherry blossom left on its wake? Or maybe an old heirloom katana catched your eye, but the current owner is less willing to part with it? Aya’s main income comes from stealing (liberating) valuables, and selling them on to be sold on black markets. Maybe something got stolen from you? Maybe you need something stolen? Or maybe you are running a black market, and happen to be in need of her services.

A teahouse regular Aya loves to spend her time in high-class teahouses and theatres. Maybe you catched a glimpse of an elegently dressed, pale auri woman, when visiting such events.

The princess of lost Sasaki family The Sasaki family used to run a bathhouse in Kugane. While being one of wealthiest families in the city, the source of the wealth was not as much the bathhouse, but ties to local yakuza. To strenghten these bonds, young Ayame was to be wed with the son of said yakuza family. Not long after the date for bonding ceremony was decided, an anonymous letter to sekiseigumi shed light on several crimes, supposedly committed by the Sasaki family. After trials, the leaders of Sasaki family were executed, while the others lost their wealth and standing in the city, being expelled from Kugane. Everyone except young Ayame, who as orphaned minor, was not seen responsible for the crimes of her parents. A local monster slayer, Asagi Homura adopted young Ayame just some time after. Maybe you are someone with a link to late Sasaki family? Maybe one of the yakuza family, she was supposed to be married into.

What I do and what I won’t ––– –– –

Darker themes (violence, gore, torture, abuse, drugs etc.) are totally okay, as long as the partner is 20+, and we have a mutual agreement about things!

Even though I like darker themes, Im very much up for just some light, slice of life-RP too! So dont let that stop you from reaching out! :3

No plots that will end up killing my character. Events that will leave scars or permanent injuries (physical or mental) are okay, as long as you talk to me first! 🖤

No ERP for the sake of it. Im married, and have no interest in ERP altogether. Some exceptions may be made, if its important for the plot, but overall, I prefer “fade to black”.

Any racism, nazism, homo- transphobia etc. wont be tolerated! Ever.

Please, keep the IC and OOC thingies separate!!!

About the mun ––– –– –

You can call me Reine. Im a disaster housewife, tattoo enthusiast, bat-lover and a part time writer!

Im a HUGE horror movie & Soulsborne-fan, and that usually shows on my characters too! ^^’ So anything along those lines, and Im in! 🖤

Time Zone: Eastern european (Im a night-owl though, so while it effects on my active hours, its not TOO bad.)

English is not my first language, so answers may sometimes be bit slower than from native english speakers, but bear with me!

If you see me around in game, come and say “hi”! Im always up for little RP, or just casual ooc chatter! Sooo yeah. Come here, lets talk!! 🦇

Platforms: In game, Discord and Tumblr

Contact Information  ––– –

Tumblr - the-second-circle-ffxiv (Main blog: lareine-kira) Server - Balmung, Crystal datacenter (Will gladly hop over onto other servers on Crystal for rp). Discord - On request

@mooglemeet​ @ffxiv-crystal-rp​ @balmungrp​

[peepingtoad]

Toad Sages:  Lore, Paths & Ranks

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Lore  (this is my own iteration based on the legend of Takiyasha-hime) 

The father of Takiyasha-hime, previously known as Satsuki, led a rebellion against the Emperor due to the lavish lifestyle of the court during a period of poverty. He was declared a traitor, along with his family, but when the time came for them to be executed his two children escaped. From here, the tale has two variants: 

Variant I: The two children Satsuki and Yoshikado, while exploring the mountain where they lived in a nearby shrine, met a wizard named Nikushisen, who gave them a scroll of frog magic. Satsuki mastered the contents of the scroll, becoming Takiyasha-hime, while her brother supported her. Together, they overthrew the corrupt emperor and ushered in a new order in accordance with their father’s dream.

Variant II: Satsuki, through a series of rituals, summoned an ara-mitama--a spirit centred on the cruel, violent and warlike aspects of the soul--who granted her the knowledge of onmyōdō (the five elements, yin and yang, a mixture of natural science and occultism concerned with divination). The spirit told her to adopt the name Takiyasha-hime. She called on soldiers who still believed in her father’s cause, and raised an army of yōkai to continue the rebellion against the empire—including a gashadokuro, a gigantic skeleton as tall as a castle. Takiyasha-hime rode into battle on top of a giant toad, but in the end, despite her magic, she was defeated just as her father was. Her short rebellion was snuffed out just as his was.

It is rumoured that Takiyasha-hime was the first ever Toad Sage, but the story is now so obscure that it is split into these variants. A more likely case is that there is truth in both variants.

Paths

To the toads of Myōbokuzan, this legend and its variants represent the many forks in the road one encounters--in terms of Jiraiya, the first major fork occurs the very day Gamamaru tells him the prophecy. Immediately, the potential of Jiraiya’s student to be either a saviour or destroyer warns of two vastly different paths, depending on what Jiraiya’s choices are. All throughout his life, we can see that there were many choices presented to him. The way he trained his students and the teachings he passed on, his decision to spare and train the Ame orphans, his decision to leave their side and return to Konoha, his decision to leave Konoha once more and pursue his own goals, to return and be Naruto’s mentor... and ultimately, his choices in the fight with Nagato/Pein himself.

One path is justice—the necessary removal of the corrupt, bringing about a better world. The other is vengeance—starting wars, enacting widespread cruelty because of past transgressions. A classic case good and evil, light and dark... on the surface. 

Jiraiya wasn’t aware of this, because his very nature compelled him to err towards justice via a more peaceful route, but there was always a choice present when he was given the prophecy. At any time, he could easily have chosen to mould a student into a harbinger of war that would have changed the world through destruction. He could equally have chosen to do nothing at all, to entrust nobody with his teaching, which makes the prophecy even less set in stone than one would think. Of course, it turned out that through his own choices, along with a series of external factors, one of his students did become something like the prophecy’s vision of the destroyer regardless of Jiraiya’s intentions. but his choices then of course resulted in the rise of the prophecy child that aligned more with his hopes: Naruto.

Unknown to Jiraiya, this would later have an effect on how his Sage Mode developed after his revival—and even less known was the fact his return from the dead, in itself, would impact the way it further manifested. In the end, the greyness of morality is what colours the Sage’s journey, with light and dark ever present. 

(More details to come on what this means for Jiraiya!)

Ranks

Yoshikado (Toad Summoner/Apprentice)

Named after the brother of Satsuki, who supported her, but did not master frog magic. This is what Jiraiya and Naruto would have been to the toads when they first signed the contract scroll—able to summon toads, and perhaps able to utilise a minimal degree of senjutsu/practice the discipline of moulding nature chakra into sage chakra, but not enter Sage Mode in any degree. 

Note: The many stone toads that litter the grounds of Myōbokuzan, reminders of past students who failed to balance nature chakra with their own, are all referred to as ‘Yoshikado’ by the toads. One will often hear a toad saying things like ‘someone knocked Yoshikado over again’, and it’ll only be obvious which statue they’re referring to once you take a look. Because they’re all Yoshikado.

Satsuki Sage Mode (Incomplete)

This is based on Takiyasha-hime’s original name, Satsuki. This is the partially-transformed Sage Mode that Jiraiya exhibited in the battle with Nagato—something that, like Satsuki, represents the fact that he spent a portion of his life uncertain in his path, despite always pursuing it in a meandering way. Jiraiya’s Satsuki Sage Mode is also referred to as Honoured Sage Mode.

Nikushisen Sage Mode (Complete; Path I)

This name is based on the wizard that gifted Satsuki the scroll of frog magic; the master and guide, this is the Sage Mode that Naruto and Minato both exhibit(ed), and which Jiraiya belatedly went on to achieve within a year of his resurrection. This Sage Mode, as we see with Naruto and Minato, greatly boosts the physical and elemental power of the Sage.

Aramitama Sage Mode (Complete; Path II)

This name is based on the malevolent spirit that Satsuki summoned in the second variant of the tale, and was another ‘guide’ figure of sorts. This is the Sage Mode that Jiraiya would have unlocked, had his life steered with more certainty on a path of vengeance and violence, and has some slightly more sinister/occult themed abilities associated with it along with the typical power boost.

Note: May be explored further in AUs where he defects or becomes corrupted.

Takiyasha Sage Mode (Perfect; sometimes lovingly referred to OOC as ‘God Tier’)

This name is based on the witch and master of frog magic that Satsuki became, and is called the same regardless of one’s prior Complete Sage Mode. This is because Takiyasha-hime was Takiyasha-hime in the end; regardless of her choices her path was absolute, and the same applies to the enlightened Sage who achieves this esteemed level. This is a deeply personal culmination of the life’s experiences and choices, and will open up to the Sage a host of abilities that are associated with both ‘Paths’. Requires profound knowing of one’s self in all facets to unlock.

Note: Once Takiyasha Sage Mode is unlocked, the Sage is welcomed as an honorary child/clansman of the Toads, taking on the clan name ‘Ogata’. More to come on this!

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Malec Fic Recommendations ➸ 2

The fics listed below can be old or fairly new, so this has no timeline. Neither an order of preference. Some of them has serious warnings. Maybe you can give them a try if you think those things can’t trigger you.

Part 1     Part 3 

Burnt by TheOtherAvenger

Summary :  Soulmate slight AU. In the Shadow World, both Shadowhunter and Downworlders have a the name of their soulmate appear on their wrist. 13 year old Alec Lightwood is terrified when the name that appears isn’t one of a Shadowhunter and he does the unthinkable. 5 years later, he comes face to face with the person he least wants to see.

it Gets You Thinkin’ by Pale.Is.The.New.Tan 

Summary :  Ridiculous Malec one-shots.

A Napkin’s Worth A Thousand Words by blacknails512

Summary :  It took a moment for me to figure out what he was doing but I finally got it. ‘Eye can knot ear you.’ 'I cannot hear you.’ Oh god, I thought. He’s deaf… AU/AH.

Little Shots of Heaven by shadows and silhouettes

Summary :  A series of hopefully 50 Malec one-shots. Simple as that.

No Light, No Light In Your Bright Blue Eyes by ApocalypticCas

Summary :  Set after CoLS. Three weeks have passed after Magnus and Alec have broken up and both of them are broken hearted to say the least. Alec is moping around the Institute like nobody’s business when Jace finally gets fed up with his Parabatai’s sadistic thoughts and drags him off to a party on a hotel rooftop. Will Malec get back together? Find out.

I don’t care what they say by Ariadne Silver-Rose

Summary :  Alec and Magnus get back together, the Clave has always disapproved but it turns out they’re not the only ones. Set after CoLS.

Little Malec Memories by If The Fates Have It

Summary :  Random Malec snippets.

All That is Gold does not Glitter by CapturetheFinnick 

Summary :  Warlock Magnus Bane has made his way to the top in the fashion world; designer, model, photographer, and then he meets up and coming model, Alec, and somehow he’s different to all the rest. Malec. AU.

A Malec Story by hinkeeverlark 

Summary :  Magnus and Alec deserve their own story, there are so many gaps in their story, especially in TMI.

Fast Fashion by JaneDoeishere

Summary :  Alec receives a letter from the Clave requesting his presence for a meeting but going to his first Clave meeting alone may prove problematic… (WARNING : Rated M for sexual content and torture.)

Mad World by BlueAussie 

Summary :  AU Malec story. Alec has just graduated from Medical School and meets a sexy stranger one night. They fall in love, but their love is tested. Then, just when things seem to be perfect, a tragic accident befalls the couple and they have to decide if true love really does overcome any obstacle. (WARNING : M rated for smut/language.)

Love and Basketball by SiriuslyFour'sGirl 

Summary :  AU, OOC Malec tale. Alec is an openly gay cheerleader starting college. Magnus is a secretive basketball player. Their lives are about to change forever.

Christmas Cinderella by C.Queen 

Summary :  College AU. When Alec gets his hands on an invitation to a Christmas masquerade party being hosted by Magnus Bane he sees it as his one chance to get close to the guy he’s been crushing on for months now while disguised. And after all, how hard can it be to be someone else for a few hours and then slip away, no one ever knowing it was him?

Cards on the Table by haleyb333 

Summary :  Downworlders have begun disappearing and dying all around New York, but when Alec takes on the case, he never expects to find his soulmate in the process. Alec quickly realizes fighting a war along side his soulmate will be much harder than it sounds, especially when he and his soulmate each acquire the other’s injuries. How can he fight when he’s afraid of hurting his soulmate?

The Stork by LegionofShadowhunters 

Summary :  Alec and Magnus take their sons to meet their new little cousin. Max doesn’t realize that not all babies are adopted. Alec tries to explain the stork dropping babies off on doorsteps. Max gets to hold the baby and little Rafael is very tired.

Cut Loose by haleyb333

Summary :  This is a slight retelling of some of the events of City of Glass. When Jace gets killed by Valentine, how does Alec react to the breaking of their parabatai bond? Can anyone, including Magnus, help him through the pain? Can he even begin to cope with the loss of Jace so soon after the loss of Max as well?

Sick Day by Arianna Koz

Summary :  Magnus tries to convince Alec not to go back to the Institute one morning.

I’ll Find My Way Back by snarkybat 

Summary :  Magnus hadn’t expected Camille could be so cruel - he knew she were hell incarnate, but not at this level. (WARNING : Character death, slight violence in beginning, but HAPPY ENDING.)

Broken by Silver Butterfly 111

Summary :  Based off chapter 8 of City of Heavenly Fire Alec discovers the truth about his parents relationship and suddenly feels himself start to break. No one told him until now? Who could he possibly turn to who would understand his pain?

Something Old Something New Something Red by PoeTheDragonWillEatYou 

Summary :  The man with the cat eyes spoke, “Alexander?” Alec froze, all the memories, all the dreams that he’d had with this man came flooding back to him. This was his soulmate, his soulmate that he hasn’t seen in much too long.

You’re The Direction I Follow To Get Home by WinterSky101 

Summary :  The battle is over, and both Alec and Magnus are still alive. Missing scene from City of Glass.

In Your Eyes by Sarah Kemsley

Summary :  Magnus wakes from a nightmare, feeling sad and cursing his demon’s mark. Thankfully, Alec is there to comfort him.

Tale of Wolves by Wrongaboutme

Summary :  Alec was an Omega. And he had never expected his Alpha, Magnus, would pick him as mating partner. (WARNINGS: Altered ABO, sexual content.)

On Your Door Step by Bel’s Hime-Sama

Summary :  Alec shows up on Magnus’s doorstep in the pouring rain.